Santiago. 

mr hozier i am so happy for you getting the recognition you deserve but your tour completely selling out in 30 minutes is a LITTLE uncool actually

miguel o’hara x afab!gn!reader smut

the people in my walls told me to write this blame them, not me

↳ warnings: 18+ content, DNI IF MINOR i’ll get violent!, porn w/o plot, pussyjob, if miguel big bad boy why so bbg?, reader is mentioned to be smaller than miguel so obv size kink, KINDA sub!miguel but its mostly pussydrunk!miguel, no p in v, not edited as always lmao, this might be rlly bad but oh well blah blah blah you get it

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so... this is my first time trying kinktober, and I'm nervous lmao. it's a lot for me to process and writing all of this is a bit overwhelming which is why I decided that I won't be writing for all 31 days.

all prompts are taken from @flightlessangelwings, thank you for making this list!!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏: love bites with poe dameron

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: bath/shower with jonathan levy

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒: sex pollen with poe dameron

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕: slow and soft with rydal keener

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟐: formal wear with steven grant

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎: sex toys with ellie williams

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟏: hate sex with blue jones

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒: lingerie with llewyn davis

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟎: cunnilingus with poe dameron

!!please note that this post will be updated with the links once I post the fics, and I also only put the days I'm 100% done with for the moment. I'm currently writing for other prompts that aren't on this list yet, and I'll add them once the fic in question is finished. I don't wanna announce something I will never post in case I give up what I started writing or can't make it on time:)

(please reblog if you want to help me get more visibility on this lol)

Erotic and awkward is my forte.

Honorable Man (Kento Nanami x Intern!F!Reader)

Words: 4k

Minors DNI

Tw: smut little plot, age gap implied (20s and late 30s), power imbalance (superior and intern/college student), unprotected sex with creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dom!nanami, dumbification, rough, work place sex, no curses au, squirting, manhandling, size kink a little, degradation and praise, 'sir', crying, cum ♡, this is just horny and ooc ngl babes

"Nanami, can you take the new intern under your wing?"

Those damn words. His boss didn't even give him a choice and somehow it was always Nanami who got stuck with college boys that thought they knew how the world works. Only that you weren't a boy and that you were actually resourceful; how was that somehow worse? Now he was stuck with you, stuck with your cute face.

The whole office stopped for a moment when you walked in and introduced yourself. You were just captivating, desirable. Nanami hated it. Hated how the others looked at you like you were a meal to try but he caught himself checking out the composition of your body too. His boss was about to snatch you, suddenly seeming to have the time to work in the intern but Nanami had some care left. He was pretty sure he was the only honorable man in this building anyway.

"You are the intern?" He got to you first.

"Y-yes?" You were nervous, it was all over you and Nanami found it endearing. He hated this job, you were excited for it. How ironic.

"I am Nanami, I will be responsible for you. What was your name?"

"(Y/N)! I am so sorry," you bowed. "It is nice to meet you, sir."

That was how it started. How it's going? Not good. You and Nanami stayed late, a problem with the numbers and while he had told you to go home you wouldn't abandon him on this.

"Two minds work faster," you reasoned. "You'll be here the whole night… If we work together it will only be a few hours. I have no one waiting at home. Your wife probably wants you back?" 

"No wife," he sighed. 

You got a lot more comfortable with everyone else gone and Nanami realized as professional as you seemed, you had another side to you. One that took off your shoes and kneeled on the office chair, bent forward to look at his screen. And Nanami tried to not notice but the way your skirt fell now, exposing the back of your plush thighs, how your back curved and your arms squeezed your breasts. He realized that he was not as honorable as he thought. His cock was surely disagreeing, feeling trapped against his dress pants.

"There," you pointed at the screen. "Let me," you got up quickly and moved before him, typing and Nanami wished he could pay attention to the damn screen.

He could just grab your hips now and you'd be sitting on his lap. You practically stood between his legs, bent forward. You had freed your hair earlier from a tight ponytail and it was now gracefully cascading over your shoulder. Your ass, it was begging to be caressed, shy underneath your skirt.

"Why is it not working?" You frowned and looked back at him and Nanami could finally pay attention to the problem at hand again. He skimmed your typed command.

"Here," his hands brushed against yours as he reached for the keys and he felt electrified. "Rookie mistake," he changed something and the screen turned green now. You solved the error.

"Nice!" You exclaimed and straightened up, smiling at him. "Teamwork makes the dream work?"

"Do not expect praise from me. You should know that by now," he sighed but regretted saying it when your lips pushed into a pout and your brows furrowed. You were downright adorable and all Nanami could think of was fucking that pout from your face.

"But I've been so good," you said, jokingly. You managed to make it worse for him still. A little tease.

"Let's pack up and go home," he got up and loosened his tie, then packed up his stuff and you got in the elevator. "Do you take the subway?"

"I do. You mind walking together?" You smiled softly.

"Of course not. It's late, best I will walk you home if you don't mind?"

"You don't have to," you said gratefully. 

"But I will."

"It's appreciated, Nanami-san."

And of course it started to pour. Your white blouse did not hold up for long and your black bra was showing quickly. "Here," he took off his suit jacket and handed it to you. You looked up and your eyes met, gluing together for the very first time. Strands of soaked hair framed your wet face, your lips were plump and so inviting. The blush on your cheeks made Nanami feel lightheaded.

"Thank you. With the rain… are you sure you'd not rather go home?" You smiled so politely not even realizing Nanami did it for his own sanity and put it on, turning back to the screen. "My train is there in 5 minutes."

"Good," he sighed. "I said I'll walk you." Nanami saw the group of boys way before you did. He still did not think you'd react with a flinch that made you step back instinctively and crash into him. His hand moved to your shoulder and he steadied you. "Careful."

"Sorry," you moved back, away from his body. "They are in one of my classes… not up for a conversation right now."

"Why?"

"You know… boys," you said with disgust.

He let out a chuckle. Yeah, you needed a man, didn't you?

"(Y/N)?"

"Wonderful," you breathed quietly. "Hi."

"Haven't seen you on campus in a while?"

"I'm doing my internship right now actually," you pointed at Nanami.

"But you're coming to our party this Friday, right?"

You swallowed it down best you could but there was still annoyance in your tone, "probably; when everyone else goes, I'll come."

"Cool! See you then." They got on the train that arrived right then.

You turned to Nanami with shocked eyes, "that was the most civil conversation I had with them. Can I bring you to class next time? I think your calm thing might influence them?"

He shook his head and chuckled, "not a chance. College days are not something I want to relive."

"What college did you attend?"

He hated that question. "A private one."

"Oh," you smiled. "Like a rich kid?"

He chuckled at that.

The train finally arrived and you sat down next to each other. You looked so adorable in his jacket, Nanami was struggling to not stare at you.

"Do you like your job?" You asked with care, your voice sounding more timid.

"It pays good money."

"That's not what I asked," you peered at him and he met your gaze.

"Indeed," he realized. He was the one who never not be direct so why was he shying away from saying he hated it, loathed it with every fiber of his body. Kento wasn't a flirt but the opportunity was too good to not take. "Well, it is almost bearable now that you are there." He watched how your cheeks flushed with something other than the cold.

"That was praise," you grinned.

"The most you will get from me," he said. Unless you'd be a really good girl for him, then he might just have to give you more. Nanami knew that once he was home his mind would be consumed by that thought. How your cute eyes would be wide with shock and lust as he drives his cock into your hole, how your cute little body would submit to him fully, utterly, not like there was another option with the difference in size and how he'd just fuck you dumb, make a little stupid airhead out of you.

"You okay?" You reached for him and your soft touch on his knee sent jolts of energy through his body. "You're getting kinda pale."

Yeah, surely. His blood was rushing to another place with the thoughts he was having. "Yeah," he cleared his throat. "All good."

And then, just one thing after another happened, like the universe wanted his balls to burst. The weather got so bad, winds and thunders that you barely made it to your small apartment, absolutely drenched.

"Nanami, please just stay the night. Be reasonable," you said. "You won't make it home in this. We caught the last train that was actually getting through."

He knew you were right but his patience, his manners were hanging on by a thread. The way water dropped from your hair onto your collarbones had him nearly shaking. You were a dream, a fever dream.

"You are right. I apologize for the inconvenience," Nanami sighed.

"You're no bother," you smiled and unlocked the door. You got into your apartment and you got him a towel. 

"I quickly take a shower; do you want to shower as well?" You asked. 

Nanami knew it wasn't what you meant, but he still swallowed way too noticeably as his mind conjured lewd images.

"I mean– after I'm done… unless," your smile turned mischievously for a split second and you laughed. You did not wait for his answer, as it was just a joke and disappeared into the bathroom.

Nanami knew you were joking. He knew you well enough by now to know you wouldn't pass up a little comment like that. But what if? Maybe it wasn't a joke. Maybe he did not read into it? The subtle teasing and how he thought often enough that your naivety was all but a mask? But he wasn't thinking straight. He knew that for sure. Kento was digging his fingers into his palms, leaning back on the couch. If he'd move he'd cave. God, you were a burn. His gaze slowly shifted to the bathroom door and his breath got stuck. The door was wide open.

You weren't dumb. An invitation.

Nanami thought he was being subtle, but sometimes you caught him and all his dirty thoughts were visible in the way his face twisted. His stupid beautiful face. You just weren't immune to him. His tall and broad frame, rock hard muscles; he could hold you down and render you helpless so perfectly. The aura of authority he exuded made you feel high, made you feel like dropping to your knees. You knew it could get the both of you in so much trouble. You knew he had power over you in ways that were toxic at best and morally wrong most days but that turned you on so much. It made you pool your panties how every man in that office wanted to fuck you, and none of them were trying to hide it, except Nanami who was desperately trying to. He actually saw you as someone other than a cute college girl, you'd say he even respected you somewhat and still he couldn't stop himself and his desires to fuck the little intern girl. Your cunt twitched whenever you caught that gleam in his warm gaze when he looked over to your desk. 

You wanted him so bad yet your heart still ran miles when you felt him slip into the shower, one of his big hands sliding on your hip while he other wrapped around your throat.

"You got the hint," you whispered, mind turning to pudding immediately.

He chuckled sharply, "so you truly are a slut, hmm."

He pressed you to himself, your back to his chest as your ass squeezed his hard cock. You hummed, head spinning. Finally.

Nanami placed soft kisses along the arch of your neck. "All those little things. Bending over, batting your lashes at me and getting just a bit too close. I thought you were just too innocent to know what you were doing to me," he groped at your ass. He finally had you and his mind was already so intoxicated he feared there was absolutely no stopping now. The way your body responded to his touch, you were his and ready for the taking. "You little tease." He slapped your ass and you yelped. "You need a man to fuck you, hm?"

"Nanami," you breathed softly, nodding. "Please."

His hand traveled from your neck to your face and he pressed his middle and ring finger to your lips. You parted them and sucked the long fingers in, swirling your tongue around his digits with a hum.

"Don't forget your manners now," he chuckled, pulling his fingers back and you released them with a pop.

You arched your back, your ass grinding from side to side with his impressive cock pressed into your flesh. He let out a shaky breath and hum, hands on your hips holding them steady. "I want you so bad, Nanami-san," you cooed. "Please, fuck me. Please."

He slapped your ass again and you yelped then he spun you around, hand on your throat. Your lust filled eyes met and you looked at each other with raw hunger. "You sure that little college pussy can handle me?"

You reach for his length and pumped it slowly in your fist. You nodded enthusiastically, licking your lips in anticipation but it only earned a slap across the face from him. You moaned.

"I don't like having to wait for answers, little whore."

Your voice was quiet and shaky, the hand on your throat and his burning gaze did not make it easy to form words. You were so turned on by his roughness which you knew was all but frustration building up over months. "Use my pussy however you want, Nanami-san."

"Careful what you wish for, darling," he grinned before finally pressing a hard kiss to your lips. Your lips moved with so much passion and feral lust. His hands roamed all over you, pinching your nipples and kneading your tits. Your own hands explored his body, his muscles and the faint scars littered across his body.

You moaned when you felt his hand on your core, dipping into the horny wetness. He rubbed your clit roughly.

You whimpered, "please… please." Your mind was already blanking.

"Shh, don't worry, honey," he grabbed you and pulled you out of the shower. There was no time to get to your bed so he pushed you on the floor face first with your ass up high and when you felt his hot tip on your slick clit you saw stars.

"I can't wait a moment longer, sweetheart. Good that you're already soaking, hmm?"

He pushed into you with care, stretching you out with his girth slowly and steady. Your moans were sweet like candy as he invaded your body, pushing deeper and deeper but taking his time. There was no time for foreplay, Nanami felt like his balls were going to burst. He needed to have you right now.

"Shit," he grunted. "Look how well you take me."

You were a moaning mess, incoherent rambles dragging over your lips as the feeling took over you completely. It was painful but just so hot. Maybe it was simply the circumstances, he was your superior, or his cock really was just made for you.

"Thank you, thank you," you gasped, digging your nails into the small bristles of the carpet. It was pure bliss, his cock stretched your walls and sat so deeply and snug. You knew the pain would not go away, he could only fuck it better. "Move," you whispered shakily, feeling so damn full it was hard to breathe. "Please, sir."

"As you wish, darling," he hummed and curled his hips back only to thrust back into you, forcing his thick length all the way in. "So tight," he said over your cry.

You whined like a poor puppy, desperately clawing for something to hold onto as you were face to face with gleeful oblivion. Your knees were burning as he rocked your entire body back and forth. Again and again. His balls clashed against your clit in a rhythmic bounce as the sound of skin colliding hard filled the air alongside your pathetic sounds.

You tried to get words out, tell him you were close, tell him how good this felt but you could only moan pathetically.

And your orgasm, it was there all of a sudden and completely overwhelming you. You were trapped in the kind of ecstasy that made your mind blank entirely, made you lose all control of your body. 

"You squirted," he chuckled. You felt it now as you got your breath back, the wetness that ran down your thighs. Oh god. "Think you can do it again? Hmm?" Nanami reached around you and started to rub your clit.

You squealed, screamed and your body shook again, another orgasm tearing through you with clear liquid spilling past his thick shaft. "Nanami!" You panted. "Nanami!! Fuck, fuck, t-too much. T-to m-much--please."

"Your pussy is so swollen it only got tighter," he grunted but he ignored you and his pounding never ceased and only became sloppier. "Again," he growled, ordered. And you had no choice but to obey. This time he pulled out of you cumming on your cunt while you squirted yet again, fountains leaking from your hole. Your entire body was jerking from the orgasm he fucked out of you.

Nanami picked you up and carried you to your bed. You thought you could catch your breath for a moment but cried out when he slid back into you with absolutely no resistance from your weeping hole. You met his eyes, seeing nothing but dark lust. He held your hips and you clawed at his fingers.

"Nanami, t-too much. P-please, C-can't m-more," you mewled, body winding. He began to plow into you, deep and slow. "Fuck!" You whimpered and tears shot into your eyes.

"One more," he panted. "I know you can give me one more, sweetheart." He kissed your face, kissed your tears away. "You are a big girl, aren't you? So don't cry."

You nodded, leaving scratches down his back before settling in his hair. He grunted into the kiss you shared when you tugged harshly. Both of you panted heavily.

You let out a little whine, the only signal you could give him that you were almost tipping over again. 

"I know, I know," he sighed and lifted himself to look at you. Your eyes were crossed, tongue lolled out of your mouth. "So beautiful."

You smiled for a second before your moans and whimpers got louder. Your whole body convulsed and Nanami almost lost it at how your pussy clenched around him. He pulled out just in time, his hot seed splashed onto your stomach.

You both caught your breath for a second then he kissed you sloppily, picking you up and getting you cleaned. 

He wasn't that bad. Maybe not as honorable as he thought but he was still half decent. He tugged you in, showering you with the sweetest praise he could muster up. He said if you'd be a really good girl he would.

》》》》

"We'll be late for work," Nanami grinned, eyes fixed on your face that was twisted with pleasure. You looked so damn beautiful like this, bouncing on his cock, his hands being the only thing holding you upright as your palms were glued together

You didn't reply. "I said we'll be late for work. You hurry up. Fuck yourself on my cock, make yourself cum."

You only babbled incoherently, your bouncing became harder, your head rolled back. You were about to fall apart.

"Your pleasure comes first, doesn't it? Don't you deserve to come? Look at me."

You mewled, a loud moan dragged over your parted lips as you force your eyes open to meet his gaze. Your body jerked. You were so close. "You're so beautiful," you breathed, your fingers lacing together. "Y-your hands are so big," you smiled as you looked at your hand in his.

Nanami laughed condescendingly and you whimpered. That tone drove you crazy. You wanted him to tell you how useless and dumb you were in that tone. "Nanami–"

"So dumb on my cock, aren't you?" He grunted. "Who's my stupid slut–"

"I am!" You gasped with elation. "I am!"

"That's right," he could feel you clench around him and your eagerness made his cock throb. "I think I'm gonna cum inside of you–" your nails now dug into his palms and your back curved. "Maybe you're less stupid with my seeds in your tummy. What do you think?"

"P-pl-please! Am so dumb… so so– dumb whore. Need cum," you strangled for air as the fire in your stomach became unbearable.

"Yes," Nanami moaned and his legs jerked slightly. You milked him, his hot cum spilling deep inside of you, making you feel so full. Your body shook violently as your orgasm rippled through you. He made you feel so good. You collapsed on his sweaty chest, heaving and whimpering. "Nanami-san," you whispered. "Thank you."

He wrapped his arms around you, "such a good girl." He could feel your smile but he wasn't done just yet. Nanami flicked you on your back and pushed your legs up until your ass was in the air. "We don't want to waste a drop," he slipped underwear onto your legs, and dressed you in them. The absolute shock in your eyes; Nanami wanted to fuck you for another round but then you'd never show up to work.

"Get dressed now, darling."

》》》》

"Be good," he growled and pushed the left leg up on the counter. "I won't repeat it."

"But what if someone–" who were you kidding, you were already throbbing for his cock.

"You're going to that party, aren't you?" He rubbed his cock up and down between your pussy lips. He knew immediately when you showed up. Your outfit was still professional but could easily be transformed to something appropriate for a party.

"Y-yes," you met his eyes in the mirror. "Nanami–"

"Then I gotta make sure those boys stay away from you, hm?"

You smiled. "Does your cum in me repel boys?"

He grinned back, pushing into you painfully slowly. Your head falls forward, hair spilling all around. 

"Naturally," he hissed. "Baby, you gotta keep quiet, yeah? Can you do that for me?"

You nodded.  "I know. Will do. Will be good."

"We gotta make this quick, darling." His hips snapped, settling into a relentless pace. You covered your mouth, biting your own fingers as you tried your hardest to stay quiet. 

Nanami could lose himself in your sweet pussy but as he said, this needed to be quick. He reached around and started to circle your puffy clit. Your eyes met in the mirror again as he watched yours roll back. You both came at the same time.

Nanami pulled out slowly, making sure that not a single drop made it out of your sore cunt. Then helped you get dressed again. You fixed his tie up in return.

His index fingers moved to your chin tilting it up, "if you need to get out of there then call me. I'll pick you up. And be safe… don't drink too much."

Your stomach twisted and you nodded.

I am ready for this movie to become my entire personality

— el trato (the deal) miguel o'hara x fem!reader

process: miguel o’hara has never liked you—a human—joining the team as the ‘person in the chair’. he’s made his distaste for you clear. but when he speaks certain spanish words you don’t understand, he reveals that his annoyance of you is by the fact that you make him feel ‘hot’. soon, a deal surfaces, his promotion benefitting you both.

contains: I translated all Spanish on google, so please if anyone knows if I fucked up tell me!; enemies to lovers trope; not obvious, but subtle jealous miguel; human(not spider-person)!reader; Spanish term of endearment ‘chiquita’ (little thing/small)

step one step two

MIGUEL WATCHED AS YOU FIDDLED WITH THE DIFFERENT TECH MACHINES, TAPPING SCREENS WITH A FOCUSED GAZE. He tilted his head, staying by the large spider, having spread out screens filled with the many mission's info.

He had a slight scowl on his face, his expression usually one considered moody. But this time he had a reason for it. You.

You were a pain to Miguel, far too nice to every spider-person. He hadn't liked having you here the moment a few of them recommended you. They described you as the 'person in the chair'. You were smart, sure, but Miguel didn't think you belonged here. You weren't a spider-person like the rest of them, you were human.

He jumped down, landing beside you. You look to your left, having to tilt your head up at his sheer height. You gulp. You've always been nervous around Miguel O'hara. You didn't think he once smiled, his gaze only seeming to harden, especially when you would speak.

So, you kept it minimal. Only talking to him when it was required. "O'hara." You nod, turning quickly back to your work. "Anything I can help you with?"

"Nothing you can help with, y/l/n." His small jab at your inability in many areas, such as swinging from buildings with web, made you straighten your spine.

You ignore his tone, again not daring to meet his gaze. "Then, I'm sure Jessica will be here soon to help with anything."

Miguel's eyes wander your stiff posture. He could tell that he made you nervous, and part of him relished in that. It helped him think that you knew your place.

When you noticed that he wasn't leaving, you go to say something else, when Hobie and Peter burst into the room. Both yours and Miguel's attentions shift. Hobie easily moves towards you, making you smile. He reached his hand out as you did what many would call a typical 'bro handshake'. But Hobie instead chose to call something far from normality, in his prominent british accent.

Hobie was one of the ones who recommended you for this job. And you've been beyond grateful since.

"How's your bloody boring shit going?" Hobie asks, leaning down to see whatever nonsense you had typed up.

"Describe 'boring shit'." You say, your tone turning smug.

He scoffs, eyeing the screen again, before giving up and grabbing your chin to turn back to the tech. "Keep working."

You chuckle, just as Miguel speaks. "Aren't you supposed to be out?"

Hobie looks to Miguel, straightening his guitar strap. "What—should I start calling you boss, and kissing your boots?"

Hobie has always been one to 'do his own thing' and completely bypass the rules. Miguel looks unimpressed, as Hobie holds his hands up in fake innocence. Peter chimes in. "He doesn't wear boots."

Hobie glances at him. "Thanks Peter. I didn't know."

Peter doesn't have time to respond before he's running after his swinging daughter. "Just get back to work." Miguel says. "That includes you, Peter. And didn't I say not bring her here?" He sounds exasperated, as he pinches the bridge between his nose.

You spin in your seat watching as Peter sends back a 'sorry', as he disappears, running through the large exit door. Hobie is quick to follow sending you a nod and a smile.

You wave them off, feeling the tension flood back into the room now that it's just you and Miguel again. You swiftly spin back in your chair, your fingers going back to tapping, as your legs spread comfortably.

Miguel looks back at you, before running his hand down his face, muttering. "No abras las piernas como una invitación." (Don't open your legs like an invitation.)

You pause, glancing at him. "What was that?"

He glances back at you, eyeing your confused expression. You, of course, didn't know spanish.

He places his hands against the desk, leaning a fraction closer to you, his gaze fluttering across your features. "Podría decirte cualquier cosa en español y no sabrías lo que quiero decir." (I could say anything to you in Spanish and you wouldn't know what I mean.)

"You know I don't know spanish." You mutter.

"I know. And the thought of you being so unaware, makes me want to tell you..." He leans closer to your ear, making your pulse beat rapidly. "....how annoyingly caliente (hot) you make me, chiquita." (little thing/small.)

You sigh, pushing slightly away from him. "Look, I know you find me annoying." You begin. "That's fine. But just...can you at least give me somewhat of a chance?"

"Do to what?" He asks, crossing his arms, as he leans back against the desk.

"To prove I'm helpful."

"Helpful?" Miguel asks, tilting his head. "You want to be helpful?"

"Of course."

"Then find a more suitable job." He stands to walk away.

"If you want me gone, then why don't you fire me?"

He pauses for a moment. "Sadly, I need a proper reason for that. So, if you want to be helpful to me. Then jode (fuck) something up."

You knew what that word meant.

"But while you're here being useless you should probably learn spanish." Miguel says as he walks out the door.

You huff, staring after him, watching as his back muscles contracted in a way that made you look away, gulping. Fucking Miguel O'hara.

. . .

You sit, feet up by the tech, as you tapped away on your phone. You got a congratulatory 'ding' whenever you got a word or sentence right, and a rather loud 'booing' sound when you got a word or sentence wrong.

Yes, you're trying to learn Spanish. You sadly hadn't remembered word for word what Miguel had said to you, so you couldn't put it through translation. He must have purposefully spoken fast so you wouldn't have time to catch each word and remember.

'Me gusta ir al museo.' Your phone spoke. It translated to 'I like going to the museum' You had gotten it wrong, putting ‘park’ instead.

You groan, your head knocking back as your eyes shut in annoyance. You were only smart in certain areas. You let your phone drop to the desk, as you stretch, keeping your eyes shut tight, as if you could find the Spanish language hidden behind them.

"Spanish?" A deep voice spoke, making you jump, swiftly getting to your feet and spinning.

Miguel stands in his signature spider suit, your phone in his grasp. "I didn't think you'd actually listen to me."

You snatch it back, switching it off, as you scratch the back of your neck. "I was just..." You drift off sighing. "I like this job."

Miguel watches you closely. "You're committed, I'll give you that."

You smile, the word 'progress' swirling in your brain. "I learnt a sentence." You say, brows creasing in remembrance. "Me gusta...ir al...musio?" (I like going...to the...musio?) You say this more so as a question as you meet the amused gaze of Miguel.

"Ir al museo." (To the museum) He corrects, knowing the generic 'hobbies' sentences most kids learn.

"…I was close." You say, smiling, before you realise who you're talking to, your nerves returning.

Miguel nearly kicked himself for feeling warm at the small smile that you gave. You were trying to learn spanish—loosely—for him. "Can I make you a deal?" He suddenly asks.

You narrow your eyes a fraction. "What kinda deal?"

"One where we can help each other." He mutters, stepping closer. "You want to stay, correct?"

You nod.

"Then you're gonna have to convince me that you'd do anything for a mission."

You straighten, eyes widening at the chance to prove your worth. "I lead most missions, so loosely, you'd have to do anything for me."

He's much, much closer, eyeing you. "But we can make this a ‘give and take’. Let me teach you Spanish—something you'll need working for me, and in return for every lesson, you have to do something for me."

You eye him. "Like what?"

"Anything." He answers. "Because you'll have to do anything that's required for those missions. Call it practice, or proving your worth, chiquita." (little thing/small.)

You lick your lips thinking. You can't see anything inherently wrong with this 'deal', so you nod. And that earns you the very first smile you've seen from Miguel O’hara.

i know this is short, but I just wanted to see if any of you guys would be interested in a full fic like this…

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kisses, holly

And I’m going to kiss you, Mr. O'Connell. Call me Rick.